Valentine's Day Sleeping Muse

--for Eleni, everyday

 

The love of your life looks

To be dreaming again, breathing

Softly next to you, be gentle—

Wake her only

To show her how

Truly she is.

 

 

 

 

 

There, There Now, Brothers Jekyll and Hyde

Where there was always

 

Caged somewhere upright 

Out there, and which was where 

Those precious promissory 

Notes (you mistakenly thought you had 

Dispatched to your other self) ended 

Upended within

 

There.

 

Brainwashed

Take heart all you diehard versifiers— 

Putting down a poem in your head’s not hard, 

Flushing it out of your system is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where There's A Will

Begin a poem 

To be or not to be and more 

 

Than likely you’ll end up never 

Knowing who not to be. 

 

 

 

Tending The Poet's Fireplace

For God’s sake, whatever 

You do, do not think 

 

You can feed it too much 

Oxygen or too little, 

 

For either one causes it 

To choke to death.